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Raijin smirked as the man below did nothing to come at him and then heard a scream pierce the air. “Terra!” he called out, but no response came. His skin paled at first, then became red with anger.

'Stop it. It wouldn't do well to lose control. Rest up a little longer, take this weakling out, then go after the real target.' he told himself, and began to breath again.

"I do not expect you to avoid killing, Sai Orasakai. Not in the slightest. These people attacked us--and as misguided as their motives may have been, they followed through with them, and their death was their consequence. But tell me this. Do you honestly believe that had you not picked that head up and thrown it at us...you would have lost this battle? Or did you humiliate and defile the corpse of an enemy because you did not stop to care that the life you took was someone...a person...regardless of enemy of ally?" Haikyo asked, narrowing his eyes. He had been taught growing up--the value of life. It had been driven into his head...not only the value of life while alive...but the value of someone's life after they had died. This went against everything he stood for--his clan, his family, himself...he could not merely see and ignore it. And he would not stand here and be killed for standing up for what he believed in.

He took a deep breath as he stood there, gathering the energy that he had been building up as he had been resting alongside Raijin. And then, Haikyo blasted forward on the branch, headed directly for Sai. He cocked back his fist, feeling the burning in his chest from the wound Sai had already inflicted. He sent his hand rocketing forward--attempting to strike Sai in the gut--the whirling soul energy around his fist waiting to unleash itself into the man's abdominal muscles, which would overload them--causing them to tear and rupture. This, at the very least, would slow Sai down a step or two. However, no matter what it came down to--Haikyo was not aiming to kill the man. If Haikyo felt that it could be fatal in any way, he would pull the punch, leaving Sai well within the boundaries of life. Though...somehow, Haikyo felt Sai wouldn't need his worry.

"Good people are often turned bad by the evils of our world. We are products of the environment we live in. It does not mean we're incapable of...rising back...up from where we fall." Haikyo stated, wobbling back and forward as he stood there, still maintaining his balance on the branch. something was so very wrong with his body right now, and it only seemed to be getting worse since Sai had hit him in the back with his dagger.

As Haikyo reeled from the strike, he turned to look at Sai again, his face pale, and his body obviously not holding up very well. "Wh...wha....what did you....do to me..." All Haikyo could do at this point was breath ragged breaths and try his hardest to calm down. He had to restore his energy, or he would not last a moment longer in this damn battle.

Haikyo blinked as he looked up at Sai, his vision doubling as his body was wracked with pain he had never experienced before. What was Sai doing to him--had he found some kind of pressure point on his back that he did not know about? It was strange...Haikyo knew enough to know that he had a birth mark on his back--and it was in the same area that Sai was striking...but he couldn't make the connection. Haikyo knew nothing about the Orasakai clan, and as such, he had no way of knowing that the black circle between his shoulder blades was a sign of their bloodline. Haikyo's robes had been so torn that his body was laid bare, though they still hung with the sash around his waist to keep him decent. The top half of the robes were shredded enough, however, to show most of his body.

As he looked up at Sai, he was regarding him with a strange expression. When the man began to speak, Haikyo followed him lazily. His body was so far pounding with the pain from the Chakra Organ that he could barely function. It was in waves now--washing over him like a tide of agony. Haikyo watched as Sai approached him, placing a hand on his head, as if he were going to comfort him. Haikyo's body relaxed--had he gotten through to the man? Then he heard the man's words, and as the dagger crashed into his back yet again, Haikyo attempted to lunge forward, but was so slow that he had absolutely no time, and instead, he merely got hit by the damn hilt and fell forward on his face. He screamed out this time--his body being overtaken by the feeling. It was like his blood had been replaced with molten lead, and it was making its way through his body, burning its way through his veins until his entire body was in a perpetual state of strain with no cease. He coughed, blood leaking from his lips. How had that happened!? He hadn't taken any internal damage!